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Water falling down my face, in my head I’m confused
I thought I did things right, but I’m all alone and feeling used
Emotionally, mentally, even physically abused
I had everything to give, and also everything to lose
I open up my home, and they became thieves in the night
I woke up and didn’t notice, all I see is the sun shining bright
The birds are singing, grass is greener, in ...
Thursday 1st February 2018 5:12 am
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